So we had yet another snow day on Wednesday and today’s forecast doesn’t even hit the 30s. I also haven’t had time to write for most of this month, in part because of the snow day disruptions and also other assorted Dumb Stuff I Have to Do.
So I’m just waiting for spring and waiting for a time when I’m past some of the Dumb Stuff and can get back to my balloonist story.
I’m trying to have a better attitude about missing the writing. What I used to do in situations like this is 1) feel guilty about not writing (because serious writers write every day) and 2) feel guilty about missing the writing (because a proper stroke caregiver and mother is perfectly satisfied with dedicating all her time to her loved ones). Instead I’m just telling myself it’s OK not to be writing (because I really do have some higher priorities right now) and it’s OK to miss it (because I’m human).
And while I’m waiting, I’m trying to live in the moment too. But also thinking about how fun it will be when I can finally put on a skirt and sandals again, and watching those daffodils poke out of the snow. ðŸ™‚
How do you cope with waiting?